Nothin For The Radio (Fashawn)

The ghetto is pitch black and we all wanna shine So a third of us 'round The other half about math, flipping birds We intertwine there is no words to describe My habitat except hostile, 40oz. brews and trips to the hospital or Wasco Get locked in solitude surrounded by darkness hoping some light shine through Cuz we used to DVD boosting, crack rock producing, business suits claim we're useless And won't give us jobs, and wonder why their ass get robbed Wonder why my young brother stuck on reefer Because the state refuse to pay good teachers While the rich kids watch from the bleaches I ask Jesus let some light creep in May god keep a little something for the G's and cold hearted niggas that's freezin' Everythang happens for a reason Why niggas start shit, this ain't nothing for the radio, nah this ain't nothing for the radio Nah, this right here what you've been waiting for, hey this right here what you've been waiting for Why is it me that this dark cloud follows? I probably drown in this velvet here bottles Ugh I keep my hand from him it's a revival The limits keep my hands spinning like a gyro I need a chiro-prac, cause I feel like I'm alone in this world Who got my back? they tell me find god like I don't know where he at And if he lost why we following him Just acknowledge the fact that a father exists, and the devil's alive I'm just caught in the mix, be fore he shines his light on me I was out on the strip Holding it down till I discovered my gift (got talent bro, I'm telling you) It felt more like a curse, in my hoodie, I still made it to church Just in time they hear the pastor complain like sunshine after the rain, help us out